She lay on my bed with knees drawn into her chest.
The contours of her side curved into a Spanish guitar shape;
One arm lain along, the other jutting out
Where her light silken hand rested in mine.
Brown eyes hid in slits ‘neath her honeyed brow.
Lips; red velvet stretched across her cheeks,
Almost inviting to kiss.
How blind mine were to miss such sweet incumbent bliss!